by Kerri Jenkins Rhodes
There really are no words to describe the pain of losing a child.
To wake up each day and find a way to get through it, to find a purpose for the pain, a way to give all the love you want to give to your loved one and to others that need it.
To find a way to make a life for yourself with a huge part of your heart missing.
Unfortunately too many of us are in this awful club. We will all survive this because one day we will meet our loved ones and I hope when I get to hold my son again he says, “Mom, I am so proud of all we did together in my name to help others, Thank you.”
Sisters, brothers, fathers and moms like Jenny Derr and so many others do this every day. They are warriors and the price for our wisdom and strength has been high.